Here's my beautiful sorrel mare, Polly, hanging with her gang of geldings in their pasture in the breaks of the South Saskatchewan River. She's been gone for several years and I still miss her every day. She was a force to be reckoned with and totally ran the show; these guys all obeying every twitch of her ear. I visited them in the pasture so much that they soon treated me like one of the herd, and I was blessed to me surrounded often with their powerful energy field. Horses are magic, and I believe God created them on his very best day.
